With a gesture John asks Holt to wait until he has finished his mail. Again takes up Dolores’ letter. Is unfolding enclosure when Catherine, in street costume, enters. She shows amused surprise at Holt’s presence, but insists that he remain when he attempts to leave. She takes chair which John places for her. From her purse produces a ticket which she offers for his inspection. (_Show--Transportation on Trans-Atlantic Blimp._) At John’s surprise, Catherine offers plaintive explanation: (_Insert_) “_In two weeks I am going abroad as a sort of memorial to Jackie--to help mother the war orphans over there._” John studies her coldly, taps forefinger on desk as replies: (_Insert_) “_Another of your trick trips! Well, Europe is not far these days. A radiogram, a quick flight home and better luck with your suit-for-absolute next time--perhaps._” Catherine affects sadness at his suspicion. Droops toward him over desk with reproachful, luring smile. Seems about to weep. Feels for ’kerchief. Drops eyelids. Is able to read Dolores’ envelope. Picks it up. Studies it. Sneers: (_Insert_) “_What a heart you have for wayward girls! Is this a love letter or a dun?_” Ends interview with steady stare of suspicion at Holt, who stands nervously beside a window. When Catherine has gone, John settles his own wonder on subject. (_Show in Dolores’ handwriting--“Soon a rosebud will open its petals to the world. I may not stay to care for it. I depend on you._”) John turns upon Holt. Without explaining, accuses him of perfidy. Holt departs, depressed by their danger of exposure. John calls a taxi. Drives at once to the Retreat. Is putting his query to the matron when Vincent Seff emerges from room marked “Private.” Mutual recognitions instant. Seff does the lofty philanthropic. In answer to John’s demands claims to know nothing of Miss Trent except that duty forced him to eject her from Home the previous day. Matron tries to proffer her information, but is cut short by Seff, who assures her aside: (_Insert_) “_It is for the girl’s best good that we throw this blood-hound off the scent. Trust my judgment._” Matron retires from scene without giving address. Seff, with exaggerated courtesy draped over his triumph and sneers, shows John the door. John drives at once to a detective agency. There, with hard-suppressed impatience, he retains them to find the girl he had not known was lost. Suggests: (_Insert_) “_Comb all the taxi and express stands in the vicinity, grill the matron of the Retreat and shadow Seff._” Scene shifts to hallway outside Dolores’ room. Aged landlady emerges. Puts on spectacles. Reads advertisement entrusted to her. (_On Screen in Dolores’ Handwriting_) _Wasted_ _Unless you come to me at once._ _979 East 17th Street._ Counts money given for its insertion. Departs kitchen-ward. Mutters: (_Insert_) “_Money’s a sure thing. This ad. ain’t. I owe something to myself and sure, so does she._”